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another door ~ October 17, 2005 - 6:38 p.m. I haven't been writing, because my computer situation is impossible. the internet at the house is wireless, and just thinking about how to get my creaky little linux-runnin' laptop set up for that makes my head hurt. and it costs money i don't really have until i've got steady work. so i can use the library's internet, for an hour a day, and most of that goes to job-looking pursuits. but today, i just want to write. nothing eloquent or profound. just. i'm landing today, after a delicious weekend working at the nor cal rennaissance faire. only my second time at faire, and my first time working it. oh my, but it was glorious. play of a sort i deeply needed. i was courted by one of the queen's guard, who made me blush and giggle like i'd never had my hand kissed... and saturday night i just ran wild, swinging through the moonlight in my leather pants, dancing for hours on end at the black and pearl party, giggling through the fool's maze in the dark with a passle of wild girls and landing in the smokey belly of the pirate ship, telling silly jokes before stumbling off to bed. saturday morning i was new, sunday morning i had family. new, but not. i've been thinking a lot about all the communities that hold me in their arms. differences, yes, but so much alike, and special to those within for so many of the same ways. i've known ren faire folks since i was in high school, but never really walked through the door til now. and what i've found is sweet, and playful, and sensual, and full of heart. and who doesn't like a great big game of make believe?
(((rings))) |